In the early morning, the sun that appeared in the sky dispelled the fog that poured out of the Seine and enveloped a large area of the city. Paris, the city has just woken up from its slumber, and its wide streets are not yet filled with traffic, except for the occasional early Muggle jogging or cycling exercise on the sidewalks.

Gringotts World Bank – This is the stronghold of the goblins and the absolute financial center of the wizarding world.

In order to earn more wealth, the industrious elves have no concept of rest at all. The lights of the high-rise buildings that had been lit all night, the lights from the windows were slightly dim in front of the rising sun, but the goblins working inside were all like drinking too much euphoria, their eyes were red, and they were still busy at their desks.

Of course, there are privileged classes in the societies and institutions of any species.

The higher up the building, the quieter it becomes, because this is not only where the high-ranking elves work, but also where they live. So, there's no reason to stop the elves with unimaginable wealth and nobility from enjoying a delicious breakfast in the early morning.

At the top of the Gringotts World Bank, this is where Mr. Gelson Barna, who heads the powerful group of elves, works and lives.

Mr. Barna is very old, and in order to ensure that he has sufficient energy for the day's work, the time from three o'clock in the morning to eight o'clock in the morning is Mr. Barna's personal time, and no one or anything disturbs him, and this rule has been faithfully enforced in recent years.

But today, the situation is slightly different.

A group of goblins dressed in elegant black gowns rushed up from downstairs with plates of delicate pastries, and after careful inspection, they were released into Mr. Barna's office, which was dotted with fireplaces leading to branches around the world, and in the center of the large room was a previously unseen table with four tables with delicate, artistic motifs carved into them.

The dining table is covered with a cloth woven from unicorn wool intact, while the decorative bonsai and candlesticks on the table, as well as the neatly arranged cutlery, are all the best of the best.

As the two elves of Kingo and Radi directed the waiters to arrange the cakes neatly on the table, Mr. Barna solemnly instructed that the visitor this morning was a very distinguished guest, and that they must receive him with the utmost care.

"What's going on?"

After the last incident, whether it is Jin Ge or La Di, the two goblins have become more calm, they give orders one by one in an orderly manner, and soon, all the work is ready, Radi waved his hand to the attendant goblins, ordering them to leave this office, after that, it glanced at a door in front of Mr. Barna's office, came to Jin Ge's side, and finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and whispered to Jin Ge, who conveyed the instructions,

"Never in nearly twenty years has this happened, who is Mr. Barna entertaining?"

"I don't know—"

Jin Ge shook his head, and then, it gave Radi a warning look,

"And that's not what we should be concerned about, Ladi, we just need to follow the instructions--"

Ladi's lips pursed, and it was evidently unconvinced by Kingodi's claims, but at last it chose to remain silent, and obediently returned to the armrest of the chair where Mr. Barna was supposed to sit.

At this moment, one of the many fireplaces on the walls on both sides of the office, the runes on the upper hill suddenly lit up, and a turquoise flame suddenly emerged from the extinguished fireplace, and both Radi and Jin Ge frowned, they both thought that the guest was coming in through the door of the office, but they did not expect that Mr. Barna actually gave this guest such trust and allowed it to use the fireplace in the room.

But when the turquoise flames dissipated, and the figures that came out of the flames were clearly reflected in their pupils, an irrepressible panic surged into their hearts like a torrent, almost overwhelming Radi and Jin Ge.

"Ah, it's you two little ones--"

After patting the ashes on his robe, Amosta looked up at the office he had visited once a few months ago, and the spacious, stunningly large office had not changed much, except for the addition of a dining table under the stunning crystal chandelier hanging ornately from the ceiling in the center of the room.

Of course, Amosta also found the two elves standing next to the armrests of the chairs on either side of the table, inexplicably horrified by his presence.

Amosta certainly won't forget that when he came to Paris a few months ago for an inquiry about the Triwizard Tournament, it was the two leprechauns who 'kidnapped' him from the goblin hotel.

"Jin Ge and La Di—"

Amosta walked to the table, looked at the two little ones who were silent, and smiled,

"I guess I remembered your names correctly, you guys seem to be recovering well?"

That night, he moved in the office with the broken arm of Jin Ge and Radi, and a group of guard elves, both of whom were badly injured at the time, and under normal circumstances, they would be disabled if they did not die, but judging by their upright posture, there should be no big problem with their bodies.

"They should thank you for your restraint, Mr. Blaine--"

The secret door at the other end of the room suddenly opened, and Mr. Barna, dressed in a silver-green robe with a few dark green beards in his white, walked slowly into his office, and when he entered the room, he fiddled with his reading glasses on his long nose and confirmed that it was Amosta Blaine.

"Welcome, Mr. Brian--"

The old elf stretched out a somewhat shriveled palm toward Amosta. And Amosta also bent down with a smile, shook Mr. Barna's hand a few times,

"I hope my presumptuous visit won't add to your trouble, Mr. Barna—"

Radi and Kingo pulled out the soft chairs and sat Amosta and Barna down, their movements shaky, not because of Mr. Barna, but because of Amosta Blaine.

The elves have always been well-informed, and Amosta Blaine's duel of the century in the Quidditch World Cup final has long since reached their ears, even if they sent a letter with a snail.

Ever since they learned the details of that battle from the elves' unique sources, all the elves who had participated in the kidnapping that night and were still alive broke out in a cold sweat, they were coming to their senses at that time, and if it weren't for Mr. Barna's wisdom, perhaps the goblins of the Gringotts World Bank would have been finished on the night they kidnapped.

Amosta noticed the cold sweat on the forehead of the goblin named Jingo, and he smiled slightly, but unexpectedly, his self-proclaimed gentle smile made the one-armed goblin tremble violently, and his dark green skin turned pale.

So, he had no choice but to set his eyes on the delicate pastries and delicate tea cups on the dining table, and the steaming green tea.

"Looks like you're very good at my habits?"

Amosta said happily.

"You've been living in Paris for a few months, Mr. Brian--"

The shrewd old goblin nodded slightly, and said in an old voice,

"So, your personal habits are not difficult to inquire about, we are also well versed in wizard hospitality, and you are a distinguished guest worthy of this, I hope you will not think we are neglecting-"

"Hehe, of course not—"

Amosta took a sip of the teacup gently, tasting the unique bitterness, looking at the pair of eyes of the old goblin across the table, he could clearly perceive the vigilance and temptation revealed in those eyes, he smiled faintly,

"Ah, that's nice—"

Amosta pointed to the floating green leaves in the delicate teacup,

"I must admit, Mr. Barna, I have never tasted such fragrant and sweet tea, oh I already regret it a little, if I had agreed to your invitation to cooperate, maybe I would have tasted it sooner!"

What Amosta said was that Barna Sr. had sent him a letter before, hoping to use the opportunity of the Triwizard Tournament to advertise in the arena. Amosta refused, not just because he didn't want the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts to be too commercial.

It is also because Gelson Barna, who is in charge of the World Bank in Gringotts, wrote to him only because of this payment, and the purpose of this matter is not pure, it is just to send gold to himself under the banner of this seeming reason.

"It's an honor to have your appreciation--"

The old goblin smiled sleekly,

"Of course, it's my regret that I couldn't cooperate with you—"

Sincere--

Amosta put down the teacup and rested on the edge of the table with his fingers crossed, he stared at the old man Gelson Barna, who seemed to be dim, but his eyes kept flashing, and said with a slight smile,

"The purpose of my trip is to make up for my regrets—"

(End of chapter)